splitmemory | riddle/cater shenanigans

Staying back during break, the only two left in the Heartslabyul Dorm... were Riddle Rosehearts and Cater Diamond. Unfortunately for Cater, this meant that all of Riddle's attention was on him, scrutinizing his every movement, dragging Cater into studying or practicing with him at any given moment. Yes, they were meant to rest, but what did rest really mean when it came to Riddle? He practically didn't know the meaning of that.

At least, that's how their first day on break. The same as any other, really, with a lack of classes to attend.

The next morning, Cater wouldn't be woken up. If he chose to sleep in, he was allowed. If he didn't, that was also allowed -- Riddle didn't bother getting Cater when he'd gotten up for the day. Instead, his routine began, culminating in him sitting down in the common area of the Dorm, books piled high around him. Sheets of paper were strewn across the table. The homework they were assigned for break, as well as some extra work that Riddle had given himself, atop the work he'd assigned his Dorm members.

Riddle doesn't lift his head when he hears footsteps, the tell-tale sound of the only other person around waking up for the day. Riddle seems to have gotten dressed in most of his standard school uniform, aside from his jacket, which was nowhere to be found. His pen is in hand, eyes focused down on the paper.

"It's late to just now be waking up." He calls out towards Cater. It wasn't as if he was attempting to be harsh. That's just how Riddle's voice was!

Edited 2024-04-18 00:23 (UTC)

It's a bit of a journey, but Cater gets them from the park all the way back to the Heartslabyul dormitory. He carries Riddle on his back to the bus stop, and once they're seated he takes off his jacket to pull it around Riddle--even with his newer, warm clothes, Cater didn't feel like it was enough. He wanted to make sure that Riddle was as warm as possible to save off that fever.

From there, he carries Riddle the rest of the way, insisting that his housewarden stay off his feet as much as possible. It's helpful that there's no one around who can stop and gawk, not that anyone would really dare to get on Riddle's bad side.

He's pretty tired by the time he gets Riddle into his private dorm room, flushed face himself as he carefully deposits Riddle onto the bed.

"Alright," he breathes, "let's get you out of those shoes, first, so you can get comfortable."

Waking up the next day was...
Well, not really a shock that he was a mess, curled up clinging to Cater, but Seven did he wish they had thought about cleaning themselves up some before going to sleep. Riddle makes a face as he feels the sticky half dried mess left behind between his legs and all over his abdomen, the sweat that clung to him from the fever that hadn't broke--

He feels disgusting.

Not to mention embarrassed for what had happened the day before.

Shifting, Riddle grimaces as he feels his head ache with every movement. Dehydrated.... they probably shouldn't have done that.

Slowly, he shifts back close to Cater, bringing his face all too close. His hand comes up, poking his cheek.

"Cater."
"Cater..."
"Wake up."

Spending the day resting was not Riddle's ideal, but he'd managed to slip into it once Cater was with him. Something about the older teen made it easy to let go of some of his worries, some of the instinctive guilt surrounding the very idea of rest. He might toss and turn, might shift and squirm, might bury his face against Cater and complain about some of his symptoms, sure, but overall the day was comfortable, restful.

Watching something silly together at one point helped lull him back to sleep when it got particularly bad. Riddle followed Cater's lead, to rest and let his body actually heal for once, instead of pushing himself that far.

His fever managed to break during the night, his sleep becoming far easier against Cater once it did. He'd kept the other up, he knew he had, working Cater completely through and through asking for things all day the previous day, no matter how much he wished he could do some of it for himself, to act as if he was perfectly fine. When morning finally came, it was late morning, already around an hour before noon. Cater was still out--

Shifting, Riddle presses a small kiss to his forehead, before slipping out of bed. Silently, he gets himself dressed in something more proper for the day, yawning softly against his hand. There were dishes to take down, from snacks they'd had during the day... clothes he should probably put into the wash... At least this time he doesn't slip on his uniform, instead opting to wear something more casual, something with a bit more coziness to it. He absolutely stole one of Cater's sweaters. What he didn't know wouldn't hurt him.

After taking down the dishes, Riddle slips out of the dorm building with his bag in hand. The library calls, for such a necessary task: meal planning. Hopefully, even if he takes a few hours there, Cater would sleep in further, and... and then he wouldn't even know Riddle had stepped out.

overworked rosehearts

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